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How do people get off on this? Last year I got one at 6 am on a Saturday. Who is awake and thinking of those kinds of things at that time of the day? And why do they have to involve innocent people in their deviance? |
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And I like to see if I can scare the obscene callers. He's all into it until I mention the chair, the handcuffs and the John Holmes model strap-on. Or I give them some serial-killer trip. Or blood-fetishism (after all, in this day and age, phone sex is really the only outlet for such things, but man, you start talking about taking out that straight razor and I can guarantee you, you'll have on totally reformed obscene phone caller on your hands) Or you can just call the cops, but I prefer to handle it myself. |
Really, what ARE they doing? I can't imagine masturbating and feeling the need to involve a stranger in on the proceedings, especially when that stranger is only going to hang up or, at best, respond negatively. People are weird. |
If I'm busy, I'll hang up and *69 (and get their mother or wife or somebody most of the time) But if I'm bored, I will amuse myself at the fucker's expense. |
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I'm not touching you I'm not touching you NO, I STILL don't think it's a coincidence. And I don't want to hear bitch one from the sheep, since he pulled the same shit (much worse, actually) and nobody said a word to him. |
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you never know what you will find. they don't seem to want to say anything. odd really. they seem so eager to reach out and touch someone yet they seem to have nothing else to talk about. i have made a few calls in my time as well. but i wasn't directly involved. but it was fun. we only called once, they called back the whole day. you gotta admire other people's need to rise to the occasion. sometimes i wish that they would prank me with something like "i really like you, but i can't talk to you." i would be like, "well that is cool i talk to myself all the time, so i can do the talking for both of us." maybe i am sick. i mean after all i want a stalker as well. |
er...syrup..... er...black syrup..... |
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I'm not eating pie I'm not eating pie BOGGA! BOOGA! BOOGA! |
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i don't stalk people i have an emotional connection with. but sometimes by definition that is stalking. i guess iam not one of those girls that is going to stalk a guy i dated so i can scare him. i stalk people i don't know, mostly for control reasons. i want to control their first meeting with me. mostly cause there are times when i would like people to met me. the first time-ness of a moment is nifty. while to the other person it can seem purely happenstance. lots of my friends i stalked before talking to them directly. later in our friendship i told them of this. they have all been flattered. i think people want to be adored, i see what i do as that in a very distant form. plus it makes me more observant and perceptive. people find it odd when i will comment something about someone we have just met. that gets me called a stalker, but really i am paying attention to the things people give away freely. |
I mean with caller id anyone can pretty much know who called. Unless of course the call is made through a payphone. And, you can't find many of those anymore. Even if you did it's not like in the old days when you could close the door and have some privacy. |
able to make obscene phone calls to your heart's content. let us know how it goes. |
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Though I am going to the beach for the next couple of days. That should help some. Although last year I did have one of my worst depression attacks. We'll see. |
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I had a pretty good time. No deep depression. No anxiety attacks. Although some people did get my goat a few times. Mostly bad drivers. Doesn't anybody remember you are supposed to leave one car length between you and the car in front for every ten miles per hour you are driving? Then there were the women in the Jockey store. Can someone tell me what it is with women and underwear? I swear every woman I saw in that store was having detailed discussions with the sales staff, at the register, about their underwear purchases. One woman was doing this over her husbands purchase. Can't they make up their minds before they get to the register? |
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